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TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.
THERSITES, a deformed and scurrilous Grecian.
vant to Diomedes.
PRIAM, King of Troy.
HELEN, Wife to Menelaus.
ACT I. IN Troy, there lies the scene. From isles of SCENE I.-Troy.-Before PRIAM's Palers. The princes orgulous," their high blood chaf'd,
Enter Troilus arm'd, and Pandarts. Have to the port of Athens sent their ships, '. Tro. Call here my varlet,* I'll unarm again: Fraught with the ministers and instruments Why should I war without the walls of Troy, Of cruel war: Sixty and nine, that wore That find such cruel battle here within ? Their crownets regal, from the Athenian bay Each Trojan, that is master of his heart, Put forth toward Phrygia : and their vow is Let him to field ; Troilus, alas ! hath none. made,
(mures Pan. Will this geert ne'er be mended? To ransack Troy: within whose strong im. Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to The ravish'd Helen, Menelaus' queen,
their strength, With wanton Paris sleeps; And that's the Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness quarrel.
valiant; To Tenedos they come;
But I am weaker than a woman's tear, And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge Tamer than sleep, fondert than ignorance; Their warlike fraughtage:t Now on Dardan Less valiant than the virgin in the night, plains
And skilless as unpractis'd infancy. The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch | Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this: Their brave pavilions: Priam's six-gated city, for my part, I'll not meddle por make no ferDardan, and Tymbria, Ilias, Chetas, Trojan, ther. He, that will have a cake out of the And Antenorides, with massy staples,
wheat, must tarry the grinding. And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts,
Tro. Have I not tarried ? Sperrt up the sons of Troy.
Pan. Ay, the grinding ; but you must tarry Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits, the bolting. On one and other side, Trojan and Greek, Tro. Have I not tarried? Sets all on hazard :-And hither am I come Pan. Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry A prologue arm’d,—but not in confidence the leavening. Of author's pen, or actor's voice; but suited Tro. Still have I tarried. In like conditions as our argument,
Pan. Ay, to the leaveping: but here's yet To tell you, fair beholders, that our play in the word--hereafter, the kneading, the Leaps o'er the vaunts and firstlings of those making of the cake, the heating of the oven, broils,
and the baking; nay, you must stay the cool Ginning in the middle; starting thence away ing too, or you may chance to burn your lips. To what may be digested in a play.
Tro. Patience herself, what goddess e er Like, or find fault; do as your pleasures are ;
she be, Now good, or bad, 'tis but the chance of war. Doth lesser blenchs at sufferance than I do. Peppard, disdainful. + Freight. Shut 1* A servant to a knight.
knight, Shrink Habit
At Priam's royal table do I sit;
Fools on both sides ! Helen must needs be fair And when fair Cressid comes into my When with your blood you daily paint her thoughts,
I cannot fight upon this argument; . [thus. So, traitor!--when she comes! When is she | It is too starv'd a subject for my sword. thence?
But Pandarus-0 gods, how do you plaguz Pan. Well, she looked yesternight fairer
me! than ever I saw her look, or any woman else. I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar; Tro. I was about to tell thee,–When my And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo, heart,
As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit. As wedged with a sigh, would rive* in twain; Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love, Lest Hector or my father should perceive me, | What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we? I have (as when the sun doth light a storm,) Her bed is India ; there she lies, a pearl: Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile: [ness, Between our Ilium, and where she resides, But sorrow, that is vouch'd in seeming glad- Let it be call'd the wild and wandering flood; Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness. Ourself, the merchant; and this sailing Pan
Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker than Helen's, (well, go to,) there were no Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark. more comparison between the women,-But, for my part, she is my kinswoman; I would
Alurum. Enter Æneas. not, as they term it, praise her,—But I would Æne. How now, prince Troilus? wherefore somebody had heard her talk yesterday, as I
not afield? did. I will not dispraise your sister Cassan Tro. Because not there; This woman's andra's wit; but
swer sorts, Tro. () Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus, For womanish it is to be from thence. When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie What news, Æneas, from the field to-day? drown'd,
Æne. That Paris is returned home, and hurt Reply not in how many fathoms deep
Tro. By whom, Æneas? They lie indrench’d. I tell thee, I am mad
Æne. Troilus, by Menelaus. In Cressid's love: Thou answer'st, She is fair;
Tro. Let Paris bleed: 'tis but a scar te Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart (voice;
scorn ; Her eyes, her hair, ber cheek, her gait, her Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn.. [Alarum. Handlest in thy discourse, O, that her hand, Æne. Hark! what good sport is out of town In whose comparison all whites are ink,
to-day! Writing their own reproach ; To whose soft Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were seizure
(ther? The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense But to the sport abroad ;--Are you bound thi. Hard as the palm of ploughinen! This thou
Æne. In all swift haste. tell'st me,
Tro. Come, go we then together. [Exeunt.
SCENE (1.—The sume.- A Street,
Enter CRESSIDA and ALEXANDER.
Cres. Who were those went by? Tro. Thou dost not speak so much.
Alex. Queen Hecuba, and Helen, Pan. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be Cres. And whither go they? as she is: if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; Alex. Up to the eastern tower, an she be not, she has the mends in her own Whose height commands as subject all the vale, hands.
To see the battle. Hector, whose patience Tro. Good Pandarus! How now, Pandarus? Is, as a virtue, fix'd, to-day was moy'd :
Pun. I have had my labour for my travel ; ill. He chid Andromache, and struck his ar. thought on of her, and ill-thought on of you:
mourer; gone between and between, but small thanks And, like as there were husbandry in war, for my labour.
Before the sun rose, he was harness'd light, Tro. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, And to the field goes he; where every flowe with me?
Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore, In Hector's wrath. she's not so fair as Helen: an she were not kin | Cres. What was his cause of anger? to me, she would be as fair on Friday, as He Alex. The noise goes, this: There is among len is on Sunday. But what care I? I care
the Greeks not, an she were a black-a-moor; 'tis all one A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector; to me.
They call him, Ajax. Tro. Say I, she is not fair?
Cres. Good; And what of him? Pan. I'do not care whether you do or no. Alex. They say he is a very man per sent She's a fool to stay behind her father; let her And stands alone. to the Greeks; and so I'll tell her the next Cres. So do all men ; unless they are drunk, time I see her: for my part, I'll meddle nor sick, or have no legs. make no more in the matter.
Alex. This man, lady, hath robbed many Tro. Pandarus,
beasts of their particular additions;t he is as Pun. Not I.
valiant as the lion, churlish as the bear, slow Tro. Sweet Pandarus,
as the elephant: a man into whom nature hath Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will so crouded humours, that his valour is crushleave all as I found it, and there an end. ed into folly, his folly sauced with discretion: (Erit PANDARUS. An Alarm. I there is no man hat a virtue that he ha
lb not Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, a glimpse of; nor any man an attaint, but he rude sounds!
carries some stain of it: he is melancholy * Split.
* Suits. + By himself. Characters. Mingles
without cause, and merry against the hair :* | a brown favour, (for so 'tis, I inust confess, He hath the joints of every thing; but every | Not brown neither.
ut brown. thing so out of joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no use; or purblind Ar Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and 210 gus, all eyes and no sight.
brown. Cres. But how should this man, that makes
Cres. To say the truth, true and not true. me smile, make Hector angry?
Pun. She prais'd his complexion above Paris: Alex. They say, he yesterday coped Hector Cres. Why, Paris hath colour enough. in the battle, and struck him down; the dis
Pan. So he has. dain and shame whereof hath ever since kept
Cres. Then, Troilus should have too much : Hector fasting and waking.
if she praised him above, his complexion is
higher than his; he having colour enough, Enter PANDARUS.
and the other higher, is too flaming a praise Cres. Who comes here?
for a good complexion. I had as lief, Helen's Alex. Madam, your uncle Pandarus.
golden tongue had commended Troilus for a Cres. Hector's a gallant man.
copper nose. Alex. As may be in the world, lady,
Pan. I swear to you, I think, Helen loves him Pan. What's that? what's that?
better than Paris. Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.
Cres. Then she's a merry Greek, indeed. Pun, Good morrow, cousin Cressid: What Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came do you talk of ?-Good morrow, Alexander.- to him the other day into a compassed* window, How do you, cousin? When were you at Ilium? -and, you know, he has not past three or four Cres. This morning, uncle..
hairs on his chip.' Pan. What were you talking of, when I Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may came? Was Hector armed, and gone, ere ye soon bring his particulars therein to a total. came to Ilium? Helen was not up, was she? | Pan. Why, he is very young: and yet will
Cres. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up. | he, within three pound, lift as much as his Pan. E'en so; Hector was stirring early. brother Hector.
Cres, That were we talking of, and of his Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a anger.
lifter ? Pan. Was he angry?
Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves Cres. So he says here.
him ;—she came, and puts me her white hand Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause to his cloven chin, too; he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them Cres. Juno have mercy !-How came it that: and there is Troilus will not come far cloven ? behind him ; let them take heed of Troilus; 1 Pun. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled: I think can tell them that too.
his smiling becomes him better than any man Cres. What, is he angry too?
in all Phrygia. Pan. Who, Troilus ? Troilus is the better Cres. 0, he smiles valiantly. man of the two.
Pan. Does he not? Cres. (), Jupiter! there's no comparison. Cres. ( yes, an 'twere a cloud in autuma.'
Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hector? Pan. Why, go to then:-But to prove to you Do you know a man if you see him ?
that Helen loves Troilus,Cres. Ay; if ever I saw him before, and Cres. Troilus willstand to the proof, if you'll knew him.
prove it so.. Pan. Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus.
Pan. Troilus? why, he esteems her no more Cres. Then you say as I say; for, I am sure, than I esteem an addle egg. he is not Hector.
Cres. If you love an addle egg as well as Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some you love an idle head, you would cat chickens degrees.
i'the shell. Cres. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself. Pan. I cannot choose but laugh, to thiak
Pan. Himself? Alas, poor Troilus! I would, how she tickled his chin ;-Indeed, she has a he were,
marvellous white hand, I must needs confess. Cres. So he is.
Cres. Without the rack. Pan. — 'Condition, I had gone barefoot to |_ Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white India.
hair on his chin. Cres. He is not Hector.
Cres. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer. Pan. Himself? no, he's not himself.--'Would Pan. But, there was such laughing; --Queen 'a were himself! Well, the gods are above ;| Hecuba laughed, that her eyes ran o'er. Time must friend, or end: Well, Troilus, well, I Cres. With mill-stones. -I would, my heart were in her body!-No, Pan. And Cassandra laughed. Hector is not a better man than Troilus.
Cres. But there was a more temperate fire Cres. Excuse me.
under the pot of her eyes;-Did her eyes run Pan. He is elder.
o'er too? Cres. Pardon me, pardon me.
Pan, And Hector laughed. Pan. The other's not come to't ; you shall Cres. At what was all this laughing ? tell me another tale, when the other's come to't. Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen Hector shall pot have his wit this year.
spied on Troilus' chin. Cres. He shall not need it, if he have his own. * Cres. An't had been a green hair, I should Pan. Nor his qualities;
have laughed too. Cres. No matter.
Pan. They laughed not so much at the hair, Pan. Nor bis beauty.
as at his pretty answer. Cres. "Twould not become him, his own's Cres. What was his answer? better.
Pan. Quoth she, Here's but one anit Nity hawa Pan. You have no judgement, niece: Helen on your chin, and one of them is whüe. herself swore the other day, that Troilus, for Cres. This is her question. Grain.
* Bow. + Thiet. : A proverbial saying.
Pan. That's true; make no question of that. ' Cres. Who's that? me and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one white: That white hair is my father, and all the rest are
HELENUS passes over. his sons. Jupiter ! quoth she, ichich of these _Pun. That's Helenus,-I marvel, where hairs is Paris my husband? The forked one, / Troilus is :-That's Helenus ;-I think he wen quoth he; pluck it out and give it him. But not forth to-day :-That's Helenus. there was such laughing! and Helen so blush Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle ? ed, and Paris so chafed, and all the rest so Pan. Helenus? no ;-yes, he'll fight indiflaughed, that it passed.*
ferent well :-I marvel, where Troilus is! Cres. So let it now; for it bas been a great Hark;- do you not hear the people cry, Troiwhile going by,
lus?-Helenus is a priest. Pan. Well, cousin, I told you a thing yes- Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder ? terday; think on't.
Troilus passes over. Cres. So I do.
Pan. I'll be sworn, 'tis true ; he will weep. Pan. Where? yonder ? that's Deiphobus: you, an 'tweret a man born in April.
'Tis Troilus! there's a man, niece !-Hem!Cres. And I'll spring up in his tears, an
Brave Troilus! the prince of chivalry! 'twere a nettle against May
Cres. Peace, for shame, peace! [A Retreat sounded. | Pan. Mark him; note him ;-0 brave Troi. Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field : lus ?-look well upon him, niece; look you, Shall we stand up here, and see them, as they | how his sword is bloodied, and his helm* more pass toward Ilium ? good niece, do'; sweet hack'd than Hector's; And how he looks, and niece Cressida.
how he goes !-() admirable youth! he ne'er Cres. At your pleasure.
saw three and twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place; / go thy way ; had I a sister were a grace, or a here we may see most bravely : I'll tell you daughter a goddess, he should take his choice. them all by their names, as they pass by; but O admirable man! Paris ?-Paris is dirt to mark Troilus above the rest.
| him; and I warrant, Helen, to change, would
give an eye to boot. Æneas passes over the stage. Cres. Speak not so loud.
Forces pass over the stage. Pan. That's Eneas; Is not that a brave Cres. Here come more. man ? he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can Pan. Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, dell you; But nark Troilus; you shall see chaff and bran! porridge after meat! I could anon.
live and die i'the eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, Cres. Who's that?
ne'er look; the eagles are gone; crows and
daws, crows and daws! I had rather be such ANTENOR passes over.
a man as Troilus, than Agamemnon and all · Pan. That's Antenor; he has a shrewd wit, Greece. I can tell you; and he's a man good enough; Cres. There is among the Greeks, Achilles ; he's one o'the soundest judgements in Troy, a better man than Troilus. whosoever, and a proper man of person :- 1 Pan. Achilles ? a drayman, a porter, a very When comes Troilus ?-I'll show you Troilus camel. anon ; if he see me, you shall see him nod at Cres. Well, well. me.
Pan. Well, well ?-Why, have you any disCres. Will he give you the nod ?:
cretion ? have you any eyes? Do you know · Pun. You shall see.
what a man is? Is not birth, beauty, good | Cres. If he do, the rich shall have more.
shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleHECTOR passes over.
ness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like,
the spice and salt that season a man ? Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, Cres. Ay, a minced man: and then to be that; There's a fellow !-Go thy way, Hector; baked with no datet in the pye,-for then the - There's a brave man, niece.--O brave Hec man's date is out. tor!-- Look, how he looks! there's a counten Pan. You are such a woman! one knows ance: Is't not a brave man?
not at what wardt you lie. Cres. (, a brave man!
Cres. Upon my back, to defend my belly; Pan. Is 'a not? It does a man's heart good upon my wit, to defend my wiles ; upon my -Look you what hacks are on his helmet? | secrecy, to defend mine honesty ; my mask, look you yonder, do you see? look you there! to detend my beauty; and you, to defend all There's no jesting: there's laying on; take't these: and at all these wards I lie, at a thouoff who will, as they say: there be hacks! sand watches. Cres. Be those with swords?
Pan. Say one of your watches.
Cres. Nay, I'll watch you for that; and
that's one of the chiefest of them too: if I Pan. Swords? any thing, he cares not: an cannot ward what I would not have hit, I can the devil come to him, it's all one: By god's watch you for telling bow I took the blow; lid, it does one's heart good :-Yonder comes unless it swell past hiding, and then it is past Paris, yonder comes Paris : look ye yonder, watching. niece; Is't not a gallant man too, is't not?-| Pan. You are such another! Why, this is brave now.-Who said, he came hurt home to-day? he's not hurt: why this
Enter Troilus' Boy. will do Helen's heart good now. Ha ! 'would Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak I could see Troilus now !-you shall see Troi- | with you. Jus anon.
* Heimet. Went beyond bounds.
+ As if 'twere,
+ Dates were an ingredient in ancient pastry of mod : A term in the game at cards called Noddy.
| Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance Boy. At your own house; there he unarms Lies the true proof of men: The sea being him.
smooth, Pun. Good boy, tell him I come : (Exit How many shallow bauble boats dare sail Boy.] I doubt, he be hurt.-Fare ye well, Upon her patient breast, making their way good niece,
With those of nobler bulk. Cres. Adieu, uncle.
But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by. The gentle Thetis,* and, anon, behold Cres. To bring, uncle,
The strong ribb'd' bark through liquid moun. Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.
tains cut, Cres. By the same token you are a bawd.- Bounding between the two moist elements,
[Exit PANDARUS. Like Perseus' horse: Where's then the saucy Words, vows, griefs, tears, and love's full sa
boat, He offers in another's enterprize: [crifice, Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now But more in Troilus thousand fold I see Co-rival'd greatness ? either to harbour fled, Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be; Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing: Doth valour's show, and valour's worth, divide, Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the do- In storms of fortune: For, in her ray and ing:
brightness, That she belov'd knows nought, that knows The herd hath more annoyance by the brize, i' not this,
Than by the tiger: but when the splitting wind Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is: Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks, That she was never vet. that ever knew
And flies filed under shade, Why, then, the Love got so sweet, as when desire did sue:
thing of courage,
[thize, Therefore this maxim out of love I teach, As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympa. Achievement is command; ungain'd beseech: | And with an accent turn'd in self-same key, Then though my heart's content firm love doth Returns to chiding fortune. bear,
Ulyss. Agamemnon, Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear. | Thou great commander, perve and bone of
[Exit. | Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit,
In whom the tempers and the minds of all SCENE III.-The Grecian Cump.-Before
Should be shut up,-hear what Ulysses speaks. Agamemnon's Tent.
Besides the applause and approbation Trumpets. Enter AGAMEMNON, NESTOR, The which,-most mighty for thy place and ULYSSES, MENELAOS, and others.
[To AGAMEMNON, Agam. Princes,
And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out What grief hath set the jaundice on your
TO NESTOR. cheeks?
I give to both your speeches,-which were The ample proposition, that hope makes
such, In all designs begun on earth below,
As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece Fails in the promis'd largeness: checks and
Should hold up high iu brass; and such again, disasters
As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver, (tree Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd;
Should with a bond of air (strong as the axleAs knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,
On which heaven rides,) knit all the Greekish Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain
[both,Tortive and errant* from his course of growth.
To bis experienc'd tongue, yet let it please Nor, princes, is it matter new to us,
Thou great, -and wise, to hear Ulysses
speak. That we come short of our suppose so far, That, after seven years' siege vet Troy walls | Agam. Speak, prince of Ithaca; and be't of
less expect Sitht every action that hath gone before,
That matter needless, of importless burden, Whereof we have record, trial did draw
Divide thy lips; than we are confident, Bias and thwart, not answering the aiin,
| When rank Thersites opes his mastiff jaws, And that unbodied figure of the thought
We shall hear music, wit, and oracle. That gav't surmised shape. Why then, you
Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis had been princes,
(master, Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works;
And the great Hector's sword had lack'd á And think them shames, which are, indeed,
But for these instances.
The speciality of rules hath been neglected: nought else But the protractive trials of great Jove.
And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand To find persistive constancy in men?
Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow face The finepess of which metal is not found
tions. In fortune's love: for then, the bold and
When that the general is not like the hive,
To whom the foragers shall all repair, coward, The wise and fool, the artist and unread,
| What honey is expected ? Degree being vizThe hard and soft, seem all affin’dt and kin:
arded, 11 But, in the wind and tempest of her frown,
The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask. Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan,
The heavens themselves, the planets, and this
centre, Puffing at all, winnows the light away; And what hath nass, or matter, by itself
Observe degree, priority, and place, Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled.
Insisture, f course, proportion, season, form, Nest. With due observance of thy godlike
Office, and custom, in all line of order:
And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol, seat, Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply
In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd
* The daughter of Neptune. * Twisted and rambling.
1 Expectation. $Joined by attipity. The throne. Rights of authority.
Nest. With irtue, and unmier, by itself